Sprinting across golden fields-
meadows of spring caressed our young feet,
as they glided swiftly across the daffodils
Never considered our days were short;
never thought, the tepid weeks would pass,
as we naively boasted it all would last
Never did we put our strength to the test;
wasting our hours in play and sport-
though childish games were what we did best
Then in timid or angry youth,
a teenager full of lust and angst;
we sought the approval of a cliquish group
Never did the pink sky give us pause, nor
the slipping of days, embolden our haste;
thinking we had enough time to waste
Fears held us back from trying new things-
afraid of what others might think;
feebly observing as our dreams began to sink
If only we would begin anew,
pick up where we left our childhood
and live the life we wished we knew
Instead, we grow in age and grey,
allowing our time to slip, quickly away
in our regrets, now we stew
Wishing, for just one more day
to try new things, confess what we wished to say
as we grasp at time, it's sands slipping further away